He only struck once, but that one strike was always fatal. He never dragged out a battle, so the fight was already over.
I gripped the Eight Tribulation Sword, and a trace of relief appeared on my face.
But just then, I saw something, and my expression froze.
Liang Fan's throat had already been cut open. He should have been dead.
Yet he stood there woodenly, without moving at all. I couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.
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His windpipe had been completely severed. He should have been beyond saving.
But just then, Liang Fan spoke. "How clever of you. You can't even imagine what level I've reached."
"What!" Chu Zhaixing abruptly raised his head, staring at him in shock.
"Is it really that strange?" Liang Fan looked at him. Even with his windpipe severed, he could still make a sound.
"Mortals' lives are far too fragile. But I'm different. I've already surpassed your imagination. I've become something you can't possibly understand."
"Everything you've done has been completely futile."
After saying this, he let out a disdainful laugh. Then the wound on his neck began to heal.
Chu Zhaixing was horrified, but he struck again. His speed was astonishingly fast, far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.
But this time, Liang Fan reached out and grabbed his wrist!
"How is that possible!" Even I gasped this time, because it should have been impossible.
Swift Person was the fastest person under heaven. Other than Prison Suppressor, no one in the world could catch up to him.
Yet Liang Fan before me made it look effortless.
"You people are still wallowing before Dao-defying power, congratulating yourselves on being above everyone else. In my eyes, you're pitifully stupid."
"Divine Speed Power? It's nothing special in my eyes."
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